“ Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds. ”
The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?
~ Percy Bysshe Shelley
Soul meets soul on lovers lips.
Our sweetest songs are those of saddest thought.
In fact, the truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
